Aha! I told you guys I'd be back as soon as I can! (Much more quicker than I thought) And look at that! I am BACK! I feel very pleased! For that and for all of you who reviewed and who joined us in this story, too! Thank you a million! And I do once again say that I'm sorry for the late updates. Writer's block, school work, and the drama life are pretty much my mortal enemies, and I must charge through them in order to deliver all of you the stuff you like to read. So I count this chapter as one of its victories! :D

Now, in this chapter, it is time for Ami's party, where all the couples of this story will gather, some conflict will be stirred in, and some new characters that I am just dying for all of you to meet! I swear to god, this chapter is making me all excited! And also, there's a lime warning this story (This is going in the M-rated section for this reason!) So do be warned! Heheh, what drove me to say that, I don't know why :3

By the way, the trilogy series mentioned in this story is not real. It's just something I made it completely. Just telling ya guys right now in case I'm gonna be told, "I can't find that book series." In which I respond, "You cannot find it because it does not exist." Just letting you dude and dudettes know right now.

Welp! I won't let you guys wait any longer! Now let's get this chapter rolling!

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~Chapter Five: Wicked Passion and Attacks~

Early morning trickled in like precious water drops. The light was caught in Muraki's eyes as he stepped outside, smiling when he spotted Tsuzuki and Ami playing in the backyard, his child racing after monarch butterflies with a net while his beloved sat by the oak tree of the yard, the warm glowing lovely illuminating his skin. Muraki would have thought the violet-eyed deity was an illusion, his mind playing tricks with his heart to erase the feelings of loneliness. But there he was, smiling that sweet smile of his and laughing as Ami bought over a butterfly to show him.

Tsuzuki turned his head and smiled softly at the doctor, almost surprising him. The brunette leaned over to Ami and whispered something in her ear, in which she giggled and nodded, dashing over to Muraki.

"I'm gonna go to the town with Saki-san, papa!" She said, giggling before hurrying into the manor. Quirked and amused, Muraki walked over to Tsuzuki and raised a brow.

"Did you tell her to go with Saki?" He asked.

"W-Well," Scarlet ran over tan cheeks and Tsuzuki looked away. "I-I thought we could have some alone time."

The silver-haired man's heart began to thrum inside his ribcage. Over the past few weeks, Tsuzuki had displayed small bold yet adorable moments when they were alone. A few kisses snuck on the lips, cheeks, the neck, and hands (The last two on Muraki's part). Little moments like cooking together, reading together, tucking Ami into bed and reading her a bedtime story in her temporary room. These moments were far too good for either of them to believe. Muraki found himself lucky, having the one he desired the most just an arm's length away, looking at him with affection. Nothing else could be better.

"Is that so?" Muraki asked, sitting next to the guardian and cupping a flaring cheek, the shade darkening and causing a purr to rumble from his chest. "Is there something you do not wish for Amiko-san to see, Tsuzuki-san?" He brushed his lips along a tan ear, blowing sensually into it.

"M-Muraki . . ." Tsuzuki shivered, his body turning hot and his blood stirring everywhere.

"Ask me whatever you wish, Tsuzuki-san, and I shall do it." The sensei promised, sneaking his tongue to lap behind Tsuzuki's ear, groaning when he caught the salty taste of the brunette's soft skin.

Tsuzuki whimpered, his own hands reaching to cup Muraki's face and pull it back. Up close, Muraki looked far too beautiful to be human. With aristocratic features, translucent and unblemished skin, predatory eyes that caught his every movement, he was a gorgeous being to walk among the humans. Someone that Tsuzuki once saw with red in his eyes and hatred in his heart, but now, entirely different. The death god wanted to be held close to the man, feel his large hands on his back, and hear deep and seductive words whispered to him in a low tenor by this pale and soft lips.

"I-I . . ." Finding no other words, Tsuzuki kissed the doctor wantonly, moaning when the doctor reciprocated and wrapped his arms around his waist. Muraki's tongue was everywhere at once. The pink muscle snuck past the guardian's lips and it did everything passionately and heatedly. Skimming along his teeth and gums, diving near his throat, and lapping at Tsuzuki's tongue, the latter cried into his mouth and held on.

Dizzying from Muraki's taste and tongue, Tsuzuki fell onto his back, taking Muraki with him and finding his body pressed closer to the doctor's. He tore his mouth away to cry out when their hips met, a prominent bulge covered by fine dress pants rubbing his own.

Muraki latched his lips onto the aroused brunette's neck, feasting and marking the tan flesh and trailing his hands down Tsuzuki's body. Caught in the lust-filled emotions, his only goal was telling him to pleasure Tsuzuki and show him that only he, Muraki, could make him feel this way.

"Tsuzuki-san . . ." The doctor pulled away and gazed at the lovely creature under him, those purple eyes filled with need. "Tsuzuki-san, shall we . . . Shall we take this further?" He asked, long and elegant fingers circling the button's of Tszuzki's white-collared shirt.

"I . . . Can we . . . Is it right . . ." Tsuzuki wasn't sure himself. He was comfortable with Muraki, but he wasn't sure if moving onto sex would be the right decision. Did they know each other well enough to move onto such intimate things?

"If yes, then I will not take you this day," Muraki tilted a delicate chin and pressed feather-light kisses along the demon's face, closing his eyes. "I will lead you to bed and pleasure you, no penetration for this, and only pleasure you until you are relieved." He swore, his hand now cupping the hot sex inside Tsuzuki's pants and relishing in the brunette's whimper. "Is that alright?"

'He's being so generous. He wants to help me get off without actual sex,' Tsuzuki trembled and nodded silently to Muraki, watching silvery eyes soften. 'Why have I been so wrong about him? All this time, his corruption wasn't caused by sadism or just the need to kill. When it comes right to it, Muraki's probably never been this close with a person. He's probably never shared such moments like this with someone who understands him. . . I understand . . .' Tsuzuki held on as Muraki transported them to the master bedroom, landing on the soft sheets. 'I know what it's like to be lonely . . . To wish there was someone there I could trust . . .'

His thoughts were pulled out of him when lips descended on his own, distracting him and causing his body to break into fever. Muraki's talented tongue swirled around his own, coaxing him to follow into his mouth and taste the man of magic. Moaning, Tsuzuki hitched his leg at Muraki's back and began to grind his middle, hoping the friction would help his aching erection. Growling, Muraki pushed the guardian further into the mattress, his hands practically ripping away the buttons of Tsuzuki's shirt and tossing what remained to the side. How teasing that motion was. The heat that rubbed at Muraki's throbbing length was tempting the animal in him, the dominant side of him wanting to claim his dark angel from beneath.

A tan and corded chest heaving with a red hue greeted him, his mouth watering at the perked nipples. Muraki moved his hands over the bubs, lightly brushing and pinching them, Tsuzuki crying out and crossing his quivering legs as his groin rise in delicious heat.

"M-Muraki!" He gasped, tossing his head and nearly wailing when the doctor leaned down and lapped at the brown nub, taking it into his mouth and smoothing his tongue possessively over it. Muraki lifted him up by arms' length, Tsuzuki's arms holding onto his back as his own arched downward. Muraki sucked in a breath as held the guardian by his tight and firm ass, their groins pulsing as they pressed together.

"Tsuzuki-san . . ." Lowering his head, he nipped and sucked at Tsuzuki's abs and navel, dipping his tongue into his belly button before kissing his way back to Tsuzuki's mouth, his hands groping and messaging the soft globes covered in denim.

Slipping his hands into soft, blonde hair, the brunette shook they fell to Muraki's back and silently tugged at his work shirt, pleading him to take it off and feel skin against skin. Giving into Tsuzuki's wish, Muraki pulled away from the delectable mouth and undid his shirt, watching as Tsuzuki reached and felt at his pale and well-built chest.

"Like what you see, Tsuzuki-san?" He asked, throwing his head back and groaning deep in his throat as Tsuzuki tentatively lapped at one of his nipples, his shy and smaller hands skimming down his back, his muscles rippling underneath. The both of them were becoming incredibly hard, their groins filled with blood and straining against their pants. Muraki wanted to go further, to take Tsuzuki and ravish him to the point of nirvana. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet. Just until Tsuzuki was ready.

Until then, he would rid them both of their arrowed cocks.

Pulling away and tangling his tongue with Tsuzuki's one last time, the doctor reached below and undid their pants, their erections meeting in a light touch yet causing the both of them to cry out at the heat.

"Tsuzuki . . . Asato . . ." Muraki settled with, his love's first name sounding perfect on his lips. "Allow me to give you pleasure. Pleasure that no one else has ever given you."

Tsuzuki's eyes widen when Muraki said his first name, but they widen further and rolled to the back of his head when Muraki wrapped his hand around their cocks, the calloused hand sending an electric jolt up his spine.

"Ha-hah!" Crying out when the two of them were rubbed together, a dry orgasm swept the powerful being's mind into lust, his arms thrown over Muraki's shoulders as the doctor continued to rub the hot organs together, tight sacs below their engorged cocks bumping and becoming slick with dribbling pearls of white essence.

Tsuzuki cried in pleasure with tears in his eyes, moving his hips erratically for more. Muraki was right. He had never felt anything like this before. He was never one to get aroused or even go as far as to tease himself when the time came, but with someone else doing it to him, he felt all the wasted years forgiven. The sexy pale man before him was an incredible kisser and fierce lover. Not to mention everything about him. Charismatic, passionate, intelligent, Tsuzuki would go on and on if his mind wasn't already in a state of becoming a pile of goo.

Deep within him, the heat was becoming unbearable, and it needed to be released.

"M-Mura-!" His words were mixed up by his cries of pleasure, his pleas unable to be pronounced. Another solution came to mind, one that would topple the both of them into mindless climax. Craning his neck, he whispered in the voice a wanton minx, "Please, Kazutaka . . ."

The primal demon was awaken, and Tusuzki couldn't escape as he was pushed to the bed and held down as Muraki circled his hips and rubbed their erections up and down, the brunette wailing as he was attacked sensuously, thrusting his hips with the man above him as their slick bodies met and rubbed. Lips met and embraced sloppily as they were pushed to the brink. His whole body flew back in an arch as he exploded with pleasure, another warm and thick substance covered his and Muraki's erections, essence mixing and minds becoming wrapped in the intensity of orgasm.

Hips twitching and thrusting from his high, Tsuzuki fell back into the bed with Muraki, the both of them panting and sweating from their passionate frot.

Dreary, Muraki lifted himself carefully and walked to the bathroom, returning with two pairs of boxers and a wash cloth. Cleaning himself and Tsuzuki and changing the both of them into their new boxers, he pulled back the sheets and bought the panting brown-haired man with him, kissing his most loved one's forehead as sleep was seeping into them.

"Kazu . . . Kazutaka . . . " Tsuzuki whispered again. It sounded so right. So right, yet almost forbidden, to call Muraki by his first name. Muraki felt his heart surge with devotion when his voice was spoken by Tsuzuki, something so simple causing him to fall for the mythical male all over again. He placed more kisses along the death god's cheeks, showing his own form of worship.

"Asato," He whispered back, smoothing away the dark, damp bangs. "Beloved, please rest. I'll be here when you wake," He ran his lips along Tsuzuki's face one last time before he tucked the silky head under his chin and rocked the both of them silently.

'He did is again. . . He called me . . . Beloved . . .' Tsuzuki had fallen asleep before he could even blush, falling into the warmth of the doctor's body. Feeling his own eyelids grow heavy, Muraki hugged Tsuzuki tighter and fell into his sleep, following his most precious into sleep.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never been more sure in my life," A hand ran through dark hair, the youth before the older gentleman looking very serious. "If I don't do something right now, it'll be only a matter of time before someone gets hurt."

"I'm still not sure," Hair as bright as a sunset was twirled by a finger and matching eyes looked worriedly behind glasses. "This could be a little dangerous."

"Yet you are the one who's created millions of dangerous creations before."

"I'm serious!" The older man snapped. "Sending you to that place could risk a lot of things! You realize that, right?! Not to mention not telling them what's going on-"

"Then we won't tell them," The youth shrugged. "Simple as that."

"Please, hiding a secret from them is like keeping me away from my lab; nearly impossible!"

"Then will just let Ami defend for herself in that world where that psycho can get her. Great plan." The young man said sarcastically. The older man groaned and the younger stepped forward. "Look, I know she didn't disappear by running away or some sort of mishap. It was on purpose and someone or something is causing it. I think I might know who or what, but I have to get her first before we can move onto that plan." He stepped closer and gave a firm face. "You would do it if it was your own child. Hell, you care for her as if she was your child, right?" He asked.

The older man finally let out a heavy sigh, standing from his chair and fixing his glasses.

"I know. And I agree. But like I said, there are risks with traveling to that time."

"I have no trouble guiding myself because of my ability."

"I know that. But you still have to be careful. With Ami-chan already there, she could have caused time ripples. Haven't you noticed a few changes ever since she disappeared?"

"More and more every day. Weather patterns, changes in demotic behavior, even people are starting to get funny. That's why I must get her back here soon."

Bright eyes looked intensively into the darker pair, not missing the slit that cut through the darker twin of the pair.

"Just promise me that you will be careful, Ichirou-kun."

The young man gave a small smirk, "I promise, Watari-san."

Hisoka's stance was graced and poised, his katana balanced and ready to attack. Burning emerald eyes looked up and stared at Omiya, the lazier man giving a smirk and nodding, bracing his sword.

"Come at me, kid."

At the taunt, Hisoka charged and swung his blade, missing and swinging back his own body when Omiya swung his blade. Clashing did the blades meet, over and over again, a cadence of metal that was only known by swordsman. Every dodge and every strike between the both of them spoke of a secret language. Words of will and cries of battle, the two swordsmen spoke through their swords and met at an understanding.

Their weapons met at a stalemate with sparks flying, the guardian of death and the brothel owner locking eyes with one another. Sparks flew from their eyes this time and Hisoka could have sworn his soul could've been taken by Omiya's eyes.

Breaking away, the honey-brunette drew his sword to the ground, bowing his head for a break.

Omiya smirked as he leaned on his weapon. "Not bad, kid," He commented. "You're all healed up and you can still keep up with me. You haven't changed that much since we last met, huh?" He asked.

"It hasn't been that long," Hisoka shrugged, sheathing the sword and walking over to the creak of the sword master's Japanese garden. It had a few Western qualities mixed into it, so Hisoka wasn't that surprised to see a few flowers grow around with a herd of koi fish swimming in the pond. He took a seat and picked up the bag he left behind, pulling out the second book of his trilogy collection and opening it to where he last book marked it.

The prince and the innkeeper were getting fairly along. Both were cast from their homes because of their noble families. The prince and the innkeeper found comfort in each other and Hisoka nearly passed out when the innkeeper suddenly swept the royal off his feet with a kiss. 'What in the-'

Omiya walked over and stood behind Hisoka, kneeling over and resting his chin on the angel of death's shoulder. "What ya reading?"

Trying to shrug off the man's head with no avail, Hisoka settled with his up-close audience. "Transgress. It's an old fiction series I found at the library." He explained, his face turning pink when the older man tried to sneak a peek. "This is the second book, you won't understand what's happening." He warned.

"Ah," Omiya rested on his knees and shifted his hands to lie on the young boy's chest. Hisoka shifted as he felt those sword-handled hands brush his robe-covered abdomen. Was the older man doing this on purpose or completely oblivious? "Mind if I read this one?" the darker brunette picked up the first book.

"G-Go ahead," Hisoka was appalled that he squeaked the reply, so he hid his face in his other book to mask his shame. The older sword-wielder smiled and moved to sitting next to the boy.

"Thanks, kid." He said, propping the book to the first page and laying on his stomach.

The minutes passed and Hisoka tried his best to focus on his book. Trying being the key word. The occasional dandelion feather would sneak into his book, causing him to flick it from his page and turn to see it fly its way into his savior's hair, making him look. Look being the wrong word. Stare was more appropriate.

Oriya laid on his stomach, folds and puddles of his magenta-red robe spread as he laid with one arm popped up to hold his head, chin pointed down as he read the book. His long and dark, brown hair spilled like a river on his back and his amber-brown eyes read at every word, playing every scene in his head.

Like a statue, he was still yet life-like, his breath quiet and simple movements soft. Hisoka could feel a rising heat in his cheeks whenever the man before him swiped his tongue across his lips or lick his fingers to turn a page.

'Why am I watching him this way? Why have I been doing something like this for the past few weeks?' He wanted to ask himself, even finding himself engaged when Omiya spoke to him in his deep and alluring voice. One word spoken with that baritone of his and Hisoka nearly fell over himself.

'I'm not . . . I'm not in love with him or anything . . .' His breath was caught in his throat when those burnt-gold eyes were closer, trapping him. ' . . . Right?'

"Oi, you alright, kid?" Asked Oriya, placing his hands the youngster's shoulders and shook him lightly, tilting his face. Hisoka had been quiet for a while. Too quiet, as if he weren't breathing.

'The kid isn't breathing!' He quickly realized, noticing that the swell of air to pass into the kid's chest did not rise. Thinking quickly, he flung Hisoka to the ground and pressed and lightly beat Hisoka's chest. With that tactic found useless, he pulled the teen's jaw to open his mouth and smother his lips over Hisoka's breathing air into him two times. Fast and long, Oriya performed CPR one last time before Hisoka coughed and sat up, breathing heavily. "Kid?" He asked with concern, helping Hisoka rest on his lap.

"M-Mibu-san," Hisoka coughed and covered his mouth. "I'm sorry . . . I-I had no idea what came over me." He apologized, cheeks flushed from lack of air and from the moment his lips were pressed to the elder's. Even if it was to revive him, Hisoka almost swooned when he woke up.

"Hey, just glad you're alright, kid." Oriya smiled before pulling him to sit proper in his lap. "But seriously, what just happened? How did that happen?"

Hisoka turned his head and shrugged, hiding his red face.

"Due to the heat, maybe? Heat-flash?" He suggested, hoping the old-fashioned male would believe it. His head was turned and his lips were kissed a second later. He had no time to recover as Oriya pulled and away gave what could be a mix of smirk and a kind look.

"Whatever you say, kid." He chuckled, stirring a blush from Kurosaki once more.

Something twittered noisily in the air and made a ticking noise. Hisoka looked up and caught whatever handed in his hands just in time. Brown and feathered, he recognized the tiny owl any day.

"003," Hisoka realized, watching at the little gadget of an owlet tweet and drop something into Hisoka's hands before flying back to the sky with a twitter. Hisoka looked at the item, a scroll, and unraveled it, looking at the words written finely.

"What's it say?" Asked the brothel owner.

"I'm needed back at Meifu for a special event taking place tonight," Hisoka looked at the letter in puzzlement. "We never hold important events in Meifu. I wonder what's going on."

"Huh," The brown-haired swordsman rubbed his chin before a light smile appeared on his face. "Well, do ya need a date?" He joked, watching Hisoka's face color red.

"Y-You have to be kidding!" The light-haired being shook his head. "Human's can't be allowed in Meifu unless they are dead! It would be impossible-"

"But Muraki was able to go there." Omiya pointed out.

"W-Well he's not normal!"

The taller man grinned as he loomed over Hisoka. "I'm not so normal myself. C'mon, please? I promise, I won't cause any trouble. Hell, you can wipe away my memory of the occasion afterward, if ya want. Just, c'mon," He lowered his head and looked into trembling green eyes. "I want to go with you." He whispered.

Hisoka gulped, his Adam's apple bopping.

"W-Why?" He asked breathily, shaking as a large hand combed through his hair.

"I want to spend more time with you, Hisoka," Omiya admitted, looking deeper into this intoxicating eyes. A deep fire pulsed through his veins as he gazed at an angelica face, wondering what those soft, pink lips would taste like on the tip of his tongue. "I know you don't like getting close to others. I know it's something hard for you. But . . . I want you to trust me and let me in," He leaned closer, one arm wrapped around Hisoka's slender waist. "I want to be someone you can trust. Someone that will listen to you. Please, open your heart to me, and trust me with what you've kept locked up all this time." He said.

His words were deep and honest. Hisoka felt something inside him. Something that was telling him to believe Oriya. But a red moon fell into his vision, that hideous night of his death. Only Tsuzuki was ever allowed into the closes reassesses of the young man of the dead's heart. Close, but close enough to know him so well.

"I'm not sure," Hisoka pulled his head, yet failed to free himself from Oriya's hold. "Why would you act this way? Why?" His eyes became bleary tears, one dripping near the corner of his eye. "I'm no one to you-" A breathtaking kiss left him numb in the large man's arm's, his throat holding back a moan when a large tongue swept into his mouth and lap at his shy tongue.

His knees quaked under him, and his blood began to run South when a large and calloused hand squeezed his backside. Shakily, his hands reached and pulled at long brown hair, keeping him into the kiss as he kissed back with enthusiasm, stunning Oriya for a second. The older man shut his eyes and dove into Hisoka's mouth one last time before he pulled away, nipping at a bottom lip.

"You are someone to me." Replied the swordsman truthfully. Hisoka believed him, his heart filling with an unbearable warmth.

" . . . W-We should leave at eight, then."

Within a ripple of air, three figures landed on soft grass as the area surrounded them with towering trees and crisp air.

"It's not like Chief and everyone else to suddenly call out," Tsuzuki double checked Ami's cinnamon-brown coat, making sure the furry collar kept her neck warm. "I wonder why-"

"Welcome!" Lights nearly blinded the trio and the area before them was taken by the wind. Orbs of light floated around the sakura trees and musical instruments floated in mid-air, playing upbeat music that would make one's feet dance for hours. Employees and those who lived in the realm of Meifu appeared and looked to be having a good time as they danced to the music. Hakushaku floated over to them with a his shattered-glassed mask and red cloak, bowing to them. "Welcome to the celebration, all for Ami-hime."

"Really?" Purple eyes sparkled as Ami hopped on her feet. "It's all for me, Haku-san?" She squealed.

"But of course! I did say that every princess needs one. Now!" He bowed to Amiko and offered his hand. "May I have the honor of dancing with the fair princess this evening?" He asked. Giggling, the silverette too his hand and laughed as she was lifted into his invisible arms and bought into the crowd of people, dancing with those of the world of the dead.

"Amiko-chan looks like she's having a good time!" Tsuzuki and Muraki turned to see Watari and Tatsumi walk over to them, both dressed casually for the evening. "Good to see you, Tsuzuki. Muraki-sensei, you as well." Said the scientist, a green coat on him with a drink in hand.

"You, too, guys," Tsuzuki smiled, the doctor giving a silent greeting back and the longest-standing member of the otherworldly precinct of Japan. "Man, did you guys know about this? It's amazing!"

"It certainly is something spectacular," Tatsumi noted, eyeing the area. "I just hope it isn't too costly . . ."

"Oh, you're such a stick in the mud, Tatsumi!" His boyfriend lightly smacked his shoulder, playfully smiling at a glare sent his way. "You need to relax! It's Ami-chan's welcome party, for crying out loud." The orange-blonde turned to the other couple. "By the way, how have you to been doing? Enjoy being together?"

"W-Watari!" Tsuzuki blushed and pouted at Watari's teasing grin.

"Very well, Watari-san," Muraki said, wrapping his arm around his guest's waist and holding him to his hip, causing the brunette to turn a darker shade of red. "But sharing what Tsuzuki-san and I do at our own expense is quite private. So please, do not pry."

"Oh . . . Oh!" Watari nodded, an understanding look on his face. "I see. Sorry for being rude," He suddenly grin. "Whatever you two do in bed isn't my business at all!" He laughed, slapping his knee.

"Watari-!"

"Watari, didn't you want to go speak with Chief about your newest creation?" Tatsumi interrupted, placing a hand on the laughing man's shoulder.

"Right!" The orengette nodded and waved to Tsuzuki and Muraki. "See you guys later! Remember, this is a party so don't go doing anything indecent!" He laughed one last time before being led away by Tatsumi. Tsuzuki threw a grateful look to his old partner, who mouthed 'You're doing overtime for this favor' right back, almost causing the chestnut-locked man to sulk.

"Well, Watari-san is certainly right," Muraki tilted his beloved's chin to his direction and smiled. It was a real smile that Tsuzuki loved and made him see that Muraki wasn't playing any tricks. "This is a party. And what I would like to do is dance with my beloved." He dropped a kiss to a red cheek. "Shall we?" He asked, offering his hand with a graceful bow.

"I-I'd like that . . ." Tsuzuki admitted, taking the doctor's hand with pink cheeks. He hoped Muraki didn't noticed how sweaty his hand gotten as he was led to the crowds of people, arms holding his waist close to the well-built half-human, his hands automatically slipping into the silver-blonde's hair.

Their steps matched in synch as the music hymned with harps and violins, a small flute plucking with the night.

"You-You're really good at dancing." Tsuzuki said, his mind going dizzy as Muraki's thumbs drew circles above his hips. Was there nothing Muraki was good at?

Muraki smiled, turning Tsuzuki in place before dipping him romantically, gazing deeply into blooming eyes of lavender, linking his dry lips as shadows danced and heightened Tsuzuki's feature's. He was a true guardian of the night.

"You as well, Asato," He whispered, feeling Tsuzuki shiver in his arms. He lifted the brunette and cupped his cheek, fingertips feeling the soft skin there. "Asato . . ." He whispered again, lowering his head. Muraki followed him, warm breath near his quivering lips.

"K-Kazutaka . . ."

Something buzzed in Tsuzuki's eyes. It rang and stung like a hornet's wings, a sharp tch of it making him wince.

"Asato-" Muraki cringed, suddenly hearing the noise himself. It was the sound of a million bells, clacking and causing a chorus of high-pitched wails. 'What in the world-'

"AHHHH!" They heard the ear-piercing scream and the earth beneath them shook. Party-goers ducked to the ground as the world began to tremor and pause every second. "PAPA! DADDY!"

Tsuzuki and Muraki looked up, catching sight Ami caught in the old of a large skeletal hand.

"AMI-CHAN!" Screamed Tsuzuki, racing off of the grounds of the sakuras clearing as Ami was taken away from the scene. Muraki tailed behind him, leaving the shocked and scared party guests behind and flowing the towering creature until they made it to an open bath, both men gasping at the large skeleton creature before them, bells sewn into blood-red eyes and old and dusty bones creaking and moaning with every movement.

"A-A Gashadokuro?!" Tsuzuki exclaimed, his eyes flickering to the demon's hand. "Ami-chan!"

"D-Daddy!" The little girl cried out, struggling to break free from the monster's hold. "Papa! Help me, please! I-It's gonna eat me!"

The Gashadokuro growled at the two men below it before it plopped it's head from its shoulders and threw it at the men, jaws snapping and ready to bite their heads off. Both men dodged out of the way and Tsuzuki reached into his pocket and whipped out a fuda, casting it upon the creature. It's legs were sealed to the ground, yet that didn't stop the beast from catching its head and rolling it again, striking Tsuzuki in the shoulder.

"Asato!" Muraki shouted, racing to the fallen man as he held his arm, bleeding from the sharp jab he had gotten.

"I-I'm fine . . ." The death god held his bleeding gash, shaking his head yet smiling at how concern Muraki was.

"Papa! Daddy! Look out!"

Both men looked up, the Gashadokuro's head ramming right to them. There was no place to move or run. They were sitting ducks.

"I call upon the seven shikigami, from the perches of Heaven to the gates of Hell, summoning them to enforce my justice!" A voice called out, someone leaping into the air and a red light gleaming in the sky. "I call upon the Dragon of Droughts . . . Vritra!"

A fire roared and surrounded the trees, something slithering from the purple-red flames and wrapping its long body around the rolling skull. It was a dragon with magenta scales and a mane of gold and amber-orange eyes. It's long tail whipped around the Gashadokuro's legs and sent it tumbling down, roaring and spewing a blue fire upon the demon. The cannibal of a skeleton cried out and blew away into ashes, Ami falling from it's grasp. The little girl shrieked and cried as she fell.

The figure sprinted fast, before Tsuzuki or Muraki could even blink, and it jumped into the air and caught the little girl before she hit the ground. The two landed on the ground, the person looking up to the dragon.

"Thank you, Vritra." Said the person, a smooth voice laced with a deep tone. The lizard of fire turned into an ball of red light, floating to the person and changing into a tall and muscular man with red-magenta hair mixed with golden highlights and topaz-orange eyes, dressed in samurai's armor and robes with a large sword at his hip. He bowed to the person.

"It was no trouble, Ichirou-sama." He said, turning into a red light again before disappearing.

Ami opened her eyes, staring back at two eyes that resembled silver-dollars, violet flecks speckling the falcon-like eyes.

"You OK, Ami?"

The little girl sniffled before she cried out and wrapped her arms around the young man's neck.

"Aniki!" She sobbed, crying into the young man's neck and staining his coat. The light-eyed man bough her close, closing his eyes.

"Yeah," He sighed, petting her shaking back. "I missed you, too, Imouto."

"Ami-chan!" The boy looked up, cursing under his breath as Tsuzuki and Muraki came over. Stopping feet away from them.

"Y-You saved Ami-chan," The brunette gulped, stunned and amazed by the sheer power of summoning a shikigami at such a young-looking age. The boy looked no older than seventeen. "Why? I mean, I could thank you a million times for saving her but-"

"Who are you?" Muraki interrupted, looking at the young man warily. Young as he was, Muraki couldn't trust how serpentine the young man's face looked, dark brown hair cascading to his shoulders, a few of the tendrils pulled back into a small ponytail, black shades resting on his forehead. He dressed in dark clothing, a deep red coat with a black T-shirt, dark-wash jeans, and black shoes held by Velcro. Muraki noticed that small mirror hanging around his neck, decorated with small gems and looking fragile.

The young man sighed, bowing his chin and displaying the shiny and blue-green magatama pierced into the helix of his left ear.

"I am a part of GOD, the Guardians Of Darkness. We have watched over the living for millions of years and we have been in league with the six sector of Meifu recently. I am one of its head agents and I was assigned to come and retrieve my little sister, Amiko R, Muraki. Also," He met their surprised gazes boldly. "My name is Ichirou L. Muraki. I am your eldest son."

To be continued!

Yep! All you people heard that! Ichirou is Tsuzuki and Muraki's son! But how, you may ask? And why did Ami never mention him before? Well, all of you are gonna have to find that out in the next chapter, huh? And to do so, I ask for you to review! I hope all of you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to ask whatever question you like and I'll be willing to answer them! Well, I'll see you guys next time! Again, please review and I'll get to all of you as soon as I can!

This is me saying, Peace!